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go out with the son-of-a-bitch myself in the light of the
moon. Somebody might see me." He cocked his chair back
farther, reached up and twisted the crank on the telephone
box, put the receiver to his ear, and called for a number.
Waiting for a response, he looked up at Mr. Munn and said
conversationally, " Burke, now he's a son-of-a-bitch, too."
"He's not Carson, anyway," Mr. Munn replied.

Under the uneven light of the moon the three horsemen
moved at a brisk trot down the road, the hoofs making a
soft, muffled sound on the earth. Just beyond a little wooden
bridge, at a bend on the road where the shadows of a clump
of cedars made a dark patch on the pale-coloured moonlit road,
one of the horsemen drew rein and pointed into the under-
brush beside the road. " They found him along here," he said.

411 know," Mr. Munn answered.

"He was layen in them buckberry bushes. I come out
here when they got him."

"Do you know this section out here?" Mr. Munn de-

" Pretty good," the man replied. " I been all over it hunt-
ing birds. They's a passel of niggers lives round through
here. They lives up and down a little road runs in this-
here road 'bout a mile on out. Mr. Sutter, now, he's got
'bout six cabins on his place. And Mr. May, he's------"

" Well stan working down the road," Mr. Munn said, and
lifted Ms rein. He rode a little ahead of the other men, look-
ing straight down the road, and not speaking again until
they came to the place where the little side road joined the
mmn one, "Is this it?" Mr. Munn asked, and pointed down
the little road, scarcely more than a lane, that was shortly
lost from sight in the woods there.

"That's right," the first deputy told him, "They's a cabin
in the far side of these-here woods. Old, yaller, wall-eyed
nigger man lives there, used to live on the Burdett place.
You raneraber, Burke"—and he turned to the other deputy
**-**that old, yaller, wall-eyed nigger's name?"